Gone with the Laundry

Folding laundry is: A. An activity looked forward to with great anticipation.

B. An activity done daily, so as to avoid growing your very own Mt Everest.

C. A and B are both true.

D. A is false and B should be true.

I'm gonna have to go with "D" Mr. Barker.

I like folding laundry in spurts. But, more often than not, said pile of laundry is so tall, I might as well be storing it in the cupboards above our washer and dryer (in our kitchen). This was certainly the case a few days ago.

Turns out, folding laundry to Gone With the Wind almost makes you forget the task at hand altogether! This has proven to be true while performing other chores such as: fridge cleaning/scouring, packing, etc. (By the way, chickens, we're moving! Hooray!)

For nearly four hours, I watched, waited and wished for Rhett Butler to turn around and tell Scarlett off beginning with, "Frankly my dear..." and walk away into the Georgia mist, leaving Scarlett with nothing but a broken heart and a twinge of guilt for treating Rhett so poorly.

Needless to say, this resulted in a much reduced folding, cleaning and packing speed.

But, that's ok, because, you know, "Tomorra' is anotha' day!"

Physics, Cards and Cookies

In the evenings, Jus can be found sitting at his desk in our Cave busily solving physics problems. Thank heavens this class of his is almost over! Sometimes I wonder if Isaac Newton is really the only person in the history of this earth who really, truly understood physics. Everyone else is faking it.

While Jus works on his homework, I try to keep busy myself (and stay out of the cookie dough in the freezer). Pebbles just got this paper in, (looks like it's not on their website yet!) and I'm mildly obsessed with it. I think its beautiful. This is what that paper turned into tonight.

I got the inspiration from this card on October Afternoon's website, (Wonderful website, by the way. They have great layout and card ideas. Plus, their paper is just adorable.)

At this point, however, the Mr. and I need a break. Where's that cookie dough, again?

I really should be showering

but I'm not. Obviously. The alarm went off this morning. And I heard it, loud and clear. That hardly ever happens. Maybe Jus turned up the volume? Who knows. The first thing that popped into my head was pact Jus and I had made last night, to run this morning. I'm not going to lie, I was hoping one of us would forget.

But he didn't.

So, we dragged our sorry selves out of bed and stumbled around the apartment, trying to find our running stuff. Jus was ready to go before I even had my shorts on. Sometimes, (like, a lot of the time) I'm jealous that boys can get ready so much faster than girls, or more specifically, Jus can get ready so much faster than me. I guess anyone could get ready faster than me without trying very hard, though. But, that's besides the point.

Anyway, we went for a super quick run (and by "quick" I mean short. One day, I'll mean "quick", for real). It was delightful. And sweaty. But mostly, delightful. Thanks Jus, for being so incredibly charming and debonaire (and handsome) enough to get me to run with you today. And maybe tomorrow, too.

My Bed Could Beat Up Your Bed

I love my bed. Who doesn't? When I was little (ok, like, a senior in high school) I would wake up in the morning and dream about what life would be like if I could take my bed to school with me. I just didn't want to leave it. Even when dad was throwing various shoes at what part of me was visible under the covers, or dumping cups of cold water down my face, I clung to staying in bed "just another five minutes". (Don't worry, dad and I are cool with each other.)

Last night, Jus's folks surprised us with one of those memory foam mattress pads.

Woah. Man.

I've never wanted to go to bed so badly in my whole life as I did yesterday. The pad is pretty thick, and our bed is kind of tall already. These two things together necessitate the person in question to take a running start, and then leaping onto the bed. Upon landing, said individual is instantly greeted by a dream-like, deliciously soft sense of comfort, and one begins to wonder if this is even reality. (Is this sounding like an info-mercial to anyone?) I went to bed at 10:45 last night. Two hours early.

Needless to say, it was tougher than usual to drag my sorry self out of bed this morning. The mattress felt as if I were in the loving arms of a dear friend that I almost couldn't bear to part with.

Alas.

At least Jus doesn't throw shoes.